I’m a man who'd be jealous
of a girl with a moustache,
even if she spends more time
ironing my underpants
than waxing her disgrace off.
I’m a man who’d be clinging
on to her like a barnacle,
so long as she has money
a decent job, a sturdy roof
over her head.
Alternatively we could live
in my trailer, somewhere
outside Crackersville,
and if I ever caught her
flirting with a man looking
like Spartacus, I’d start
picking my nose until it bled,
And put the blame on her.

Comments
Crackersville | July 23, 2009 - 06:02
discuss this poem with your friends at the pub.
FTSE100 | July 23, 2009 - 10:10
Echoes of Miss Baggy What-What's underwear. "I may not be a turtle but I have legs of steel."
Crackersville | July 23, 2009 - 10:15
new